Modern poems about swings should not be original.

swinging

writing/herding lanterns

August 16, 29, Sunday

I am a drop of dew in the early morning

The slender blade of grass is my swing

I am swinging in the arms of the morning glow

Look at the seeds sprouted by Chun Yan

What a lively world

The breeze, please push me

I want to swing into her arms

I am a drop of sweat at noon

Youth eyebrows. Oh

Breeze, please push me

I want to swing on her forehead

I'm a tear in the evening

The corner of my eye is my swing

I swing in front of your affectionate eyes

Look at the golden world brought by the autumn wind

Oh, breeze, please push me

I want to swing into her eyes. Hypnotize me all night

What a quiet night

Please push me

I want to swing into her dream

There is a constant breeze in spring, summer, autumn and winter

The swing in the wind swings from morning till night

I want to bless those who are accompanied by each other

No matter the wind, frost, snow, rain, dust, thunder and lightning

No matter the inside and outside of Qian Shan's dream

People, please swing slowly <